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Orion's eyes narrowed as he looked up, sensing something. He saw ten knives speeding toward him at incredible speed.

He swiftly used the wind to retreat, creating distance between himself and the knives.

"It's not that easy to get away from my knives," Michael smiled lightly.

At that moment, the knives that were falling suddenly changed direction and flew toward Orion, their speed skyrocketing.

Seeing this, Orion took off and flew in a random direction, the knives closely following behind him.

From the corner of his eye, he saw that Michael was also flying, staying just behind the knives, keeping a close distance.

'So, he needs to maintain a close distance to his knives to have this level of control,' Orion thought, suddenly swinging his sword and releasing a wave of wind, blowing the knives away.

"Is that it?" Orion asked. It wasn't hard to deal with the knives in the sky since they were airborne. He just had to use a little wind to blow them away.

"That's not even the beginning," Michael smiled and summoned ten more knives, which once again surrounded Orion from all directions.

"You can summon your knives anytime from anywhere?" Orion asked in surprise. He had expected Michael to have an ability like his Electrostatic Description, allowing him to control projectiles as he wished, or perhaps telekinesis, but now it seemed to be something different.

Michael smiled. "I can do much more with these knives than you can imagine."

As he said this, he waved his hand, causing the knives surrounding Orion to once again move toward him, aiming to cut him into pieces.

"If that's all you've got, then it's time I finish this," Orion said seriously, releasing a storm of wind that blew all ten knives away before they could get close. He vanished from his position.

"No!" Michael shouted urgently and summoned another wave of knives in front of him.

Clang!

Orion's sword collided with the knives that acted as a defense for Michael, breaking them apart and blowing them away with the wind, revealing a defenseless Michael with a panicked face.

"Any last words or tricks before I send you off?" Orion asked.

"I'm not a failure when it comes to hunting!" Michael shouted, his eyes turning red.

Orion wondered what had suddenly gotten into him when he sensed a very dangerous aura emanating from Michael's body.

'I have to finish this quickly!'

Orion quickly condensed all the wind around his sword and swung it down.

Clang!

However, at the last possible moment, when his sword was about to hit Michael, something blocked the attack, sounding like metal clashing with metal.

Michael was sent flying by the force of the attack, even though it was blocked. He came to a stop mid-air, just before crashing into a building.

"That is—"

Orion was shocked when he saw what had blocked his sword.

"—A sword!"

It was a massive sword, formed from a large number of knives stacked together to create one giant blade.

Its size was twice that of a normal human being.

"This is my ultimate attack, which I call Honored Demise. Those who are killed by this sword receive the highest honor of dying by my strongest attack. And you, Ray Wiser, will have the chance to experience it." Michael yelled, blood leaking from his eyes and nose.

The sword, made of countless knives, suddenly moved, its edge aiming toward Orion.

"That's a very strong aura coming from that sword, or whatever you call it," Orion said, looking at Michael.

"Of course it's strong. After all, it's my strongest attack," Michael laughed. "Very few in the same rank have ever survived this attack. I think your chances are slim."

Orion smiled wryly, shaking his head in disbelief. Even now, he was being underestimated by his enemy. He sighed deeply.

"One swing," Orion said solemnly, looking at Michael. "One swing of my sword is all I need to kill you."

"One swing?" Michael's face twisted in anger. "Are you mocking me? I've taken you seriously this whole time, even giving you the honor of dying by my strongest attack, and now you mock me?"

Orion shook his head as he prepared his attack. "The truth is, I never took you seriously. From the moment you appeared, you've been nothing but a plaything, a way to pass the time while I searched for my friends."

He added, "Very few can truly challenge me, and sadly, you're not one of them."

"No! What are you talking about?" Michael stepped back, disbelief written on his face. "I'm strong! Everyone should take me seriously! Everyone should be honored to fight me, to die by my strongest attack! And you're no exception.

I'll kill you!"

With bloodshot eyes, Michael waved his hand. "Honored Demise, kill him!" he shouted.

At this moment, Orion had gathered a significant amount of wind energy on his sword. The air around the blade vibrated with intensity, the force of the wind causing the sword to tremble in his firm grip.

His Berserk Body ability amplified his strength, allowing him to control the overwhelming power more easily, but the sword's trembling made it clear just how much energy he had condensed onto it.

To an outside observer, the blade might seem merely coated with a thin layer of wind, swirling lightly along its edges. But only Orion could feel the storm surging within.

The concentrated wind was like a coiled serpent ready to strike—a force that could unleash devastating destruction the moment it was released. He had no doubt that the sword in his hands, seemingly calm on the outside, was a weapon of unimaginable power at this moment.

"Alright, let's finish this."

With those words, Orion swung his sword down with swift precision. For a moment, there was an eerie stillness, as if the air itself held its breath. The massive sword that had been descending toward him seemed unstoppable—until, without warning, it split cleanly in two. The fragments shattered, dispersing into the wind as though they had been obliterated by an unseen force.

But Orion's attack didn't stop there. Michael, who had been watching in disbelief as his sword was destroyed, found himself caught in the same fate. A fine line appeared down the center of his body, and in an instant, he was split in two from head to toe.

His two halves began to fall toward the ground, but before they could make contact, they vanished into thin air, disappearing as though erased from existence.

The wind that had been silently coiled around Orion's blade had done its work, leaving only emptiness where Michael once stood.

"Welp, I used too much power," Orion sighed before flying off toward the forest in the distance. He suspected Tracy and Erza might not be in the city, so he needed to search elsewhere.

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